The Team deliberates on whether pushing onward to home is a smart idea.

Markesha’s not doing a particularly good job evading Orson’s pointed questions on what just happened.

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That’s one way to deal with an unexpected run-in with spooky cybernetic gangsters!

There is no force more fearsome in the universe than two brave souls with questionable self-preservation instincts and access to a blue plastic tarp.

The Dire Dogs seem to be just chock full of nasty surprises.

Rabid technophiles, the Dire Dogs have made a name for themselves by augmenting themselves with experimental tech more than any other Outer Trinity gang. This grants them strange abilities, like the ability to temporarily “sync up” with their fellow Dogs. When in this state, their actions and senses are coordinated, their pain tolerance is pooled together, but their autonomy is severely limited. It’s got its uses. Intimidating, spooky uses.

Uh oh. That’s *definitely* not supposed to happen!

Hive Minds: When one head is better than three.

Well, that’s not supposed to happen.

After all who *really* needs clear vision while jumping across rooftops at night in a storm?